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Mothers on Strike 

or 

Local Number One 

A Play in One Act 



By 

CARL WEBSTER PIERCE 

Author of *'The Guest Retainer t' 
"A Lady to Call,'' etc. 



NOTE 

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application for the right to produce it should be made to the author 
in care of the publishers. Amateurs may produce it without payment 
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BOSTON 

WALTER H. BAKER COMPANY 
1922 



P5 3 52I 
Mothers on Strike 



or 
Local Number One 



CHARACTERS 

Mrs. Stanton ) j/^^-^^w fnembers of " Mothers' Local, No. i, 

Mrs. Warren ) ^ '' 

Bob Stanton, Jr., a freshman in high schocl. 

Ruth Stanton, a senior in high school. 

Robert Stanton, Sr., a business man. 

John Warren, another business man ; friend to Robert. 

Scene. — The Stanton living-room. 
Time. — Late in a November afternoon. 




Copyright, 1922, by Carl Webster Pierce 
As author and proprietor 



All rights reserved 



MAV 1 5 1922 



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Mothers on Strike 



SCENE. — Living-room in the Stanton home. Entrances 
c. and R. Through center entrance is seen hat-tree 
and table in hall. Window l., near which is an arm- 
chair, and beside chair a taboret, on which lies some 
partly zuorked embroidery. Fireplace L. c. ; near it an 
antique footstool. Easy-chair and library table R. c. 
On table several magazines and some school-books in a 
strap. 

{Curtain discovers Mrs. Stanton on her knees before 
table, with dust-pan and brush.) 

Mrs. Stanton. Oh, dear ! Will there never be an end 
to it? It's one thing after another, just as fast as I can 
fly. (Gets up and starts to leave room; sees school-books 
on table, then goes to door c. and calls.) Bob! Bob, 
ccme here ! 

Bob (offstage). In a minute. 

Mrs. S. No. This minute. 

(Enter Bob, c.) 

Bob (carelessly) . What d'ye want? 

Mrs. S. What did I tell you about leaving your school 
things scattered all over the house? Please take those 
books to your own room. What do you think your father 
bought your desk for? 

Bob. All right. I was in a hurry and forgot. 

Mrs. S. And you must remember to use the door- 
mat. I spent a long time cleaning this room this morn- 
ing, and you have tracked in great chunks of mud. 

3 



4 MOTHERS ON STRIKE. 

Bob. Oh, gee! I always forget that mat. Vm gen- 
erally in a hurry when I come in. 

Mrs. S. Yes, I know. In a hurry to get out again. 
Please run down cellar and get some wood for the fire- 
place. A blaze will be cheerful this evening. 

Bob. Oh, I'll get the wood after dinner. I have to go 
down to the garage for some of their " free air " now. 
My bike has a flat tire. I won't forget your wood. 

[Exit, C. 

Mrs. S. (with a discouraged sigh as she looks at the 
table). Well, if he didn't forget the books! (Glances 
at clock on mantel.) Oh, I didn't know it was so late. 
It is time for them now. (Goes to window and looks 
out.) No one in sight yet. (Paces hack and forth,) I 
wish that they would hurry so that it will be over with, 
and at the same time I hope they don't. I wonder how 
Ethel is looking forward to this evening's performance. 
I guess that I'll call her down. (Takes embroidery scis- 
sors from taboret, nervously manicures a finger, throws 
them down again.) I hope that her courage is holding 
up better than mine. 

(Enter Mrs. Warren, c. ; she has a newspaper in her 
hand. ) 

Mrs. Warren. Here I am for one last word before 
things commence to happen. 

Mrs. S. I was just on the verge of calling you. 

Mrs. W. I must hurry right back, for John will be 
home any time now, and we must have everything go off 
on schedule. 

Mrs. S. Oh, Ethel, how will it all turn out? Fm half 
afraid to do it. 

Mrs. W. It is going to be hard for us. I can't help 
wondering what effect it will have on John. 

Mrs. S. And I have spent a solid hour trying to figure 
out how my husband will take it. 

Mrs. W. We shall soon find out. 

Mrs. S. I only hope that we are doing the right thing. 
When I think it over I am not at all sure of myself. 

Mrs. W. (taking Mrs. Stanton by the shoulders). 



MOTHERS ON STRIKE 5 

See here, Margaret, I feel the same way for a moment 
every once in a while ; but we must prod our courage when 
those moments of failure come. It will all be ended one 
way or the other — success or failure — within a few hours. 
Really, this uneasiness is uncalled for, dear. It is merely 
an undeserved jab by a conscience which has been so 
ground down by absolute servitude that it is afraid to do 
justice to itself now, because of the old ruts in which it 
has so long travelled. {Laughs.) There! That ha- 
rangue has acted as an extra prop to my own confidence. 

{Crosses and looks out of window.) 

Mrs. S. Of course, we must cany out our plans to 
their full extent — both of us. How awkward if one or 
the other were to relent; what an embarrassing situation 
for the unrelenting one. {Laughs nervously.) 

Mrs. W. Concerted action is absolutely necessary. 
Unions always win their demands by hanging together. 

Mrs. S. {dolefully) . When they do win them. 

Mrs. W. There you go. Careful ! 

Mrs. S. Perhaps the steps we are taking are too 
drastic. 

Mrs. W. No, no. We are in the right. You know 
that when demands are reasonable and fair they are 
always granted, and goodness knows that we are asking 
nothing unreasonable. 

Mrs. S. It was your suggestion that started us, and I 
do hope it turns out as well as you predict. 

Mrs. W. Oh, I brought the paper down to show you 
where I got the idea. It was from this headline: {Reads.) 
" Country-wide Rail Strike Imminent." And from this 
item : (Reads.) " The Governor has ordered a survey of 
the foodstuffs now in the state, and in the event of the 
actual occurrence of a strike, the state may be put upon 
war-time rations." That gave me the germ of an idea 
for us to use in awakening our families to the fact that 
we are human beings and not housekeeping machines. 
It will only take a jolt or two to make them realize how 
careless and selfish they are. 

Mrs. S. I hope so. You should have heard Bob a 



6 MOTHERS ON STRIKE 

few minutes ago. Oh, if it will only work, how happy 
we all will be ! 

Mrs. W. Don't you worry about it not working. 
When our husbands come home to-night and find that the 
kitchen has been taboo for us all day, things will change. 
Pugilists always aim to give their opponents a blow in 
the stomach, judging by what I gather from my better 
informed son; and I guess that is the portion of the 
anatomy which our dinner strike will hit. 

Mrs. S. I hope that one blow will be sufficient for 
a — a knock-out, do they call it? 

Mrs. W. Yes, I believe so. To mix the terms of 
two classes of affairs of which we know little, let us 
hope that our walk-out will be a knock-out. 

(Crosses to window.) 

Mrs. S. My! Doesn't that sound ferocious and 
slangy ? 

Mrs. W. And American. Oh, here come Ruth and 
Robert; they have just turned the corner. 

Mrs. S. I guess that the die is cast. 

Mrs. W. I must go up-stairs. We don't want it 
known yet that we are working together. Don't forget 
the details. (Hurries Mrs. Stanton into chair near 
windozu.) And speak up firmly. Here are your prop- 
erties for the first act of the domestic drama. (Gets 
magazine from table and places it in Mrs. Stanton's lap, 
and spreads embroidery conspicuously over taboret.) 
There, the stage is all set ; play your part well. 

Mrs. S. Good-bye, dear. I'll see you again soon. 

Mrs. W. Keep your nerve now. Remember that a 
like performance will soon be going on up-stairs. We 
will win out. 

(Exit Mrs. Warren, c. Mrs. Stanton nervously 
flutters leaves of magazine ; wist f idly glances out of 
window, then determinedly opens mugazine and for 
a moment seems absorbed in it, then again closes it.) 

Mrs. S. Will it straighten things out or only make 
them worse? (Rises and wanders aimlessly about room.) 



MOTHERS ON STRIKE 7 

I — I guess that perhaps I had better not. But I can't go 
back on my agreement with Ethel. I'll see it through; 
it's now or never. (Sits and again opens magazine.) 
I can't stand it any longer. They must realize. I know 
that it is nothing intentional, but it makes life so hard 
and uninteresting and monotonous for us. {Door closes 
in distance; she starts.) I shall see it through and hope 
that the end will justify the means. 

(Mr. Stanton and Ruth appear in door, c. He 
stops to remove coat and hat; she peers into room.) 

Ruth. Hello, Mumsey. I thought that you were in 
the kitchen. (Runs and kisses her mother, then draws 
back in astonishment. ) For goodness' sake ! Dad, come 
here. Will you look at this ! Mother is actually reading 
my movie magazine. What do you know about that ? 

Mr. Stanton (crosses to Mrs. Stanton; carries 
newspaper). Embroidery, too. Why, Ma, you haven't 
touched any fancy-work for months. What's up ? 

Mrs. S. (greatly confused). I — I Well, I thought 

that I would to-day. 

Mr. S. (sits R. c). I'm glad that you are getting 
interested in things. Haven't I been telling you for 
weeks that you make altogether too much of a job out 
of housework? 

Mrs. S. No, I don't, Robert. You don't realize what 
a hard day's work it is to run a house. 

Mr. S. Pshaw ! Isn't half the trouble you think it is. 
If you women folk would only systematize your work as 
we men do ours at the office, you would find it nothing 
at all. 

Mrs. S. Who is the one who really does your work 
at the office? Of course you plan it all, but how about 
your stenographers and office boys and clerks? 

Mr. S. Oh, that's different. 

Mrs. S. What is the difference? You have help, 
don't you ? 

Mr. S. Yes. 

Mrs. S. That is what I want you to see. A little help 
counts for a great deal. 



8 MOTHERS ON STRIKE 

Mr. S. {face buried in newspaper). All right, Ma. 
rm sorry that you have to do so much. (Pause.) 
Ho-hum, I'm tired after the day at the office. 

Ruth. And I'm tired after a hard day in school. I 
wish that Virgil had been a plumber or a motorman or 
anything but a poet. 

Mr. S. What will it be like next year when you are 
in college? 

Ruth. Worse still. I guess I'll get married and 
keep house. It's a so much easier life than studying 
one's head off. 

Mrs. S. Ruth, some day in the far distant future 
when you are married, I shall challenge you to make that 
statement again. 

Ruth. Oh, I know that it's true; I shall still think 
the same. (Removes coat and hat.) I guess I'll take 
my things off, although I haven't hardly got time. I'm 
going around to Mildred's to-night. I was talking to her 
over the 'phone this afternoon, and what do you think! 
Walter has proposed. I'm just dying to see her diamond. 
She got it last night. 

Mr. S. Is Bob in yet? 

Mrs. S. I think I heard him come in just a minute ago. 

Mr. S. Ruth, tell him to bring my slippers and jacket, 
will you, please? 

Ruth. All right. [Exit, c. 

Mr. S. Those crazy kids. They are always too ex- 
cited over some trivial affair to take time to eat. I'm 
not, though. I feel right now as if I could eat my 
weight in wildcats. (Mrs. Stanton jumps nervously; 
Mr. Stanton unlaces his shoes.) Had a good day at 
the office. Got old man Conway's signature on that con- 
tract I have been after. That means that perhaps we 
can buy a new tin Lizzie next Spring. 

Mrs. S. You have been after that contract quite a 
while. 

Mr. S. And so have many others. I feel pretty good 
over landing it. (He turns his attention to the paper. 
Mrs. Stanton is now working at her embroidery. Mr. 
Stanton, after a moment, reads. ) " Country- wide Rail 



MOTHERS ON STRIKE 9 

Strike Imminent." Hm ! Strikes seem to be the favor- 
ite pastime of the country. I wonder if they ever do 
any good. 

Mrs. S. (emphatically) . So do I. 

Mr. S. I have my doubts. 

Mrs. S. (with a sigh). So have I. 

Mr. S. Don't sound so mournful over it, Margaret. 
The rail strike won't concern us. 

Mrs. S. No, not the rail strike. 

Mr. S. By George, it might, too. Listen to this: 
(Reads.) "The Governor has ordered a survey of the 
foodstuffs now in the state, and in the event of the actual 
occurrence of a strike, the state may be put upon war- 
time rations." (Laughs.) It seems to me that perhaps 
that would be an unfavorable point for the railroad men. 
You know the old rule states that the way to a man's 
heart is through his stomach, and a corollary to that 
might be *' and his good humor depends upon the satis- 
fying thereof." It would be funny if they were to lose 
public sympathy, provided they had it, on that score, 
wouldn't it ? It would be going too far to deprive people 
of food merely for a labor strike. 

Mrs. S. (looking helplessly around). What shall 
I 



(Enter Bob, c, with slippers and jacket.) 

Bob. Here you are. Dad. 

(Mr. Stanton removes coat and shoes and puts on 
articles Bob has brought.) 

Mr. S. How would a blaze in the fireplace feel this 
evening? It is rather chilly. 

Mrs. S. I asked Bob to get the wood some time ago. 
Bob. Oh, that wood ! I'll get it after dinner. 

(Mr. Stanton settles comfortably in chair and re- 
sumes his reading. Bob, shoes and coat in hand, 
starts to exit c.) 

Mr. S. Bob, the footstool, please. (Bob gets it from 
beside fireplace. Mr. Stanton places his feet on it with 



16 MOTHERS ON STRIICE 

a sigh of content, then glances down at stool.) Say, this 
old thing doesn't wabble any more. Did you fix it, Bob ? 

Bob. No. I haven't touched it. 

Mrs. S. I tinkered it up this morning. It was falling 
all to pieces. It is one of the family antiques, and we 
should take care of it. 

Mr. S. Ma, that's too bad. I intended to fix it some 
evening. 

Bob {patting his stomach). I think that Mammoth 
Cave is entirely surrounded by me, I feel so hollow. 
Didn't take much time for lunch this noon, you know. 

Mrs. S. I know you didn't. 

(She hastily drops the embroidery, opens magazine and 
becomes deeply interested in it.) 

Bob. Won't have much time for dinner, either; just 
time to gulp a bite. 

Mr. S. What's the hurry? 

Bob. Fred's uncle is going to take us for a nice long 
auto ride to-night, and we have to get started early. 

Mr. S. {sarcastically). Don't spoil an auto ride for a 
little thing like the good of your gastronomic department, 
will you? {Exit Bob, c. Mr. Stanton, from depths of 
newspaper.) I'm rather hungry myself. Dinner 'most 
ready ? 

(Mrs. Stanton catches her breath and waits, but he 
evidently forgets his question. After a few moments, 
during which Mrs. Stanton bestows several furtive 
glances upon her husband, Ruth enters c.) 

Ruth. What's the matter, Mother? The kitchen fire 
is out, and dinner isn't even started. 

Mrs. S. {closes magazine and speaks very nervously) . 
Bob didn't have time to get me any coal when he came 
in from school; he had important football practise and 
started away in a hurry after swallowing a bite of lunch. 

Mr. S. What's that? Dinner not ready? Why, 
Margaret, I wanted to get away early to the lodge this 
evening. 



MOTHERS ON STRIKE II 

Ruth (impatiently). And I told Mildred that I would 
be around by seven-thirty. It's six-thirty now. 

Mrs. S. (with an attempt to be firm, but greatly agi- 
tated). Call Bob. I have something I wish to say to 
all of you. 

Ruth (goes to door c, and calls). Bob ! Bob, Mother 
wants you. 

Mr. S. Margaret, what is it? You look as pale as a 
ghost. Do you feel ill? 

AIrs. S. No. I am all right. 

Ruth. What is the matter. Mother? I have never 
seen you look like this. 

Mrs. S. Wait a moment until you are all here. 

Ruth (again goes to door and calls). Bob, did you 
hear me ? Come here at once. 

Bob (off stage). Hold your horses. (Enters c.) 
I'm too tired to run. Been playing football ever since 
school. (To Mrs. Stanton.) Ma, I'm so hungry I 
could eat raw meat. How is it that you are not in the 
kitchen getting dinner? 

Mrs. S. Well, folks, there will be no dinner to-night. 

Mr. S. What ! 

Ruth. What do you mean? 

Bob. Aw, quit your f oolin'. Ma. Didn't I tell you that 
I am hungry as a wolf, and in a hurry, too? 

Mrs. S. (firmly). I tell you that there will be no 
dinner to-night so far as I am concerned. (Takes a deep 
breath.) I am on strike! 

Mr..S. ] C On strike! 

Ruth [- together, j Mother! 

Bob ) ( For the love of Mike ! 

Mrs. S. (defiantly). Mothers' Local, Number One, 
held an indignation meeting this afternoon, and voted 
unanimously for a walkout. It is the opinion of all 
members that Bob is capable of carrying coal and of 
doing errands ; that Ruth is not too tired when she gets 
home to leave the movie magazine until after dinner and 
help in the dining-room; and that Father can attend to 
odd jobs and spend an evening at home occasionally — or 
take his wife out for a good time. 



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Mr. S. Margaret 



Mrs. S. (quietly and tremulously) . We know that 
none of you realize the existing conditions. It's just a 
sort of unconscious selfishness which is gradually be- 
coming worse, and we want you to know that it hurts 
in other than a physical way. Life has been one long 
monotonous drudgery the last few months, just because 
of your carelessness, and now you must all be made to 
see it. Everyone is striking — everyone from grave- 
diggers to policemen. Most of them want more money 
and shorter hours, but we only want the position of 
home-keeper differentiated from the job of housekeeper. 
If you cannot in some way meet this demand, you must 
hire a housekeeper — a strike-breaker. 

{Exit Mrs. Stanton, r., bravely trying to keep hack 
her tears. The family is speechless for a moment.) 

Bob. Well, what do you know about that? Just the 
night I was in a hurry to get out, — and starving, too. 

Ruth {on the verge of tears). Bobby! How can 
you talk like that? Why didn't you get the coal this 
noon? 

Bob. You needn't say anything. You got yours. 
Did you hear what she said about ycu and your movie 
magazines ? 

Mr. S. Children, stop that everlasting squabbling and 
listen to me. {Very thoughtfully.) You are both to 
blame for what has happened, and I am sorry to have to 
confess that I am, too. We ought to be heartily ashamed 
that such a thing has occurred in our family. 

Ruth (soberly). I never realized. I suppose that 
we have left lots of things for Mother to do that we 
should have looked out for. 

Bob. Aw, I didn't intend to be mean this noon, but 
the fellers were waitin^ for me. 

Mr. S. That's it. None of us has done — or, rather, 
not done, things intentionally, biit in the hurry and rush 
of life we have not taken time to see beyond the horizon 
of "Number One." (Pause.) Vh^^t do ycu say if we 



MOTHERS ON STRIKE I3 

three make a little agreement to endeavor to see how the 
other^ fellow is getting on and not pamper " Number 
One " ? I am sure that we shall not be sorry if we do 
so. If we do our level best to see that those about us 
are happy, we shall find that happiness comes to us, too. 

Bob. I'll do my part. Gee, Dad, I wouldn't have 
had this happen for the world. 

Ruth. And I'll do mine. We have all had a lesson 
that we deserve. Come on, Bob. We will start to do 
things right now. Let's go out in the kitchen and see 
what we can do about dinner. After this every evening 
when we get home our first concern will be to see what 
we can do to help Mother. 

Bob. Ruth, the very next time you hear me say a mean 
thing to Ma, you pull my ears, even if a feller shouldn't 
let his sister treat 'im rough. [Exit Ruth and Bob, c. 

Mr. S. (pacing back and forth). Ye gods! I must 
have sounded fine telling that poor, overworked, little 
woman how hard I have been working to-day, and how 
little she has had to do. — And she has been doing it for 
me for nineteen long years! (Mr. Warren appears in 
door, c, unobserved by Mr. Stanton.) Sometimes we 
men are just poor, blind fools. 

Mr. Warren. You said it, Robert. 

Mr. S. (turning with a start.) Hello, you old sinner. 
How did you get in ? 

Mr. W. Bob Junior let me in the back door. Say, 
old man, what did I hear you remark to yourself about 
the male of the species just as I came in? 

Mr. S. I was telling myself what an egotistical, selfish, 
self-satisfied brute I am ; and, by George, I'll wager that 
you are just as bad as I or just a degree or two short 
of it. 

Mr. W. Heap it up. Add ten degrees more for me. 

Mr. S. (bitterly). You can't beat me. 

Mr. W. I can prove that I am far ahead of you. 

Mr. S. Impossible. (Grimly.) You don't know 
what makes me so sure. 

Mr. W. Look here, this is what I came down to tell 
you : I am not going to lodge this evening. I have some 



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work to do at home. And I tell you that you are a 
better specimen of a man than I because — because 

Mr. S. Well? 

Mr. W. Here's the truth of it. Because I have been 
so inconsiderate of my wife that she has been forced 
to go on strike to defend her rights. I guess that you 
can't beat that in your character shredding contest. 
Robert, you don't know how dirt cheap I feel. 

Mr. S. {gazes intently at him; speaks quietly). Your 
wife — on strike? 

Mr. W. That's what I said. 

Mr. S. {extending hand). Good. Shake on it, John. 

Mr. W. I'm not kidding you, and I didn't come down 
here to joke about it. 

Mr. S. I should hope not. Shake, for we are both 
one hundred per cent, jackasses. 

Mr. W. I don't understand you. 

Mr. S. You say that your wife is on strike? 

Mr. W. Yes, on strike. Are you deaf? S-T-R-I-K-E, 
strike ! No dinner to-night. She says that I was too 
busy reading the paper over my coffee this morning to 
offer any suggestions for to-night's dinner; and that that 
son of mine tore off to a football game with that angelic 
child of yours without getting her any coal, and that 

Mr. S. Say, did she happen to mention a union, — • 
Mothers' Local, Number One? 

Mr. W. What do you know about it ? 

Mr. S. Why, man, my wife is an active member of it; 
and my kids are junior members of the Loafers' League, 
along with yours. 

Mr. W. Huh ! If the kids are junior members, do 
you realize who are the seniors ? 

Mr. S. I do. That is what I was talking to myself 
about when you came in. 

Mr. W. Then from the tenor of what I overheard of 
your conversation with yourself, I take it that you think 
as I do — that our wives have just cause for complaint. 

Mr. S. I do. When I turned on my thinking appara- 
tus it all came over me in a flash how mean I have been. 
And I'll bet you have, and many another falsely called 



MOTHERS ON STRIKE 1 5 

"head of the house" who has been handing expense 
money over to his wife every week, and then complacently 
telling himself what a model husband he is. I tell you, 
John, I have had a jolt that I won't forget for one while. 

Mr. W. So have I. So have I. But we deserved 
it ; richly deserved it. Isn't it funny how a man will get 
in a rut? If anyone had told us that there were men 
who treated their wives as ours have been treated, we 
would have been ready to go gunning for them. 

Mr. S. John, you and I used to be mighty particular 
when we were all running around together, when we 
were first married, and before — that those two women 
had no cares or worries that we could prevent, didn't we ? 

Mr. W. Certainly, we did. 

Mr. S. What do you say if we start a second court- 
ship, and be careful not to take things for granted, and 
not to slip back into the old ruts ? 

Mr. W. Fine. That sounds good to me. 

Mr. S. What do you say if we 

{He talks to Mr. Warren very earnestly for several 
seconds, so low that the audience cannot distinguish 
the words, and Mr. Warren very enthusiastically 
seems to agree with him.) 

Mr. W. {slapping him on the hack). That's a great 
idea, old man. We will both 

(Again the audience is unable to get the words for a 
few seconds.) 

Mr. S. Yes. Just like we used to. 

Mr. W. {looks at watch). We shall have to hurry. 
Well, old boy, I guess that we will know enough to be- 
have ourselves in the future, won't we? 

Mr. S. You can bet that I am going to mind my p*s 
and q*s when I get out of this scrape. 

Mr. W. We'll swap notes on the way down town in 
the morning. So long. 

Mr. S. Good luck. {They shake hands sincerely. 
Exit Mr. Warren, c. Mr. Stanton starts to go off r., 



l6 MOTHERS ON STRIKE 

hesitates a moment, then starts for door C.) Guess Til 
go tell the kids. [Exit, c 

(After a pause Mrs. Stanton enters r., and paces dis- 
tractedly around.) 

Mrs. S. Oh, what have I done now? Why didn't I 
let things go along as they were? Perhaps it would have 
been better than to have caused them to feel unhappy. 
It will only make it harder for all of us. Perhaps I have 
imagined things worse than they really are. (Sound of 
coal being shovelled is heard faintly. She listens a 
moment, then throws her shoulders bock defiantly.) 
Bob has gotten around to the coal^ has he! (Glances at 
ceiling.) I'll keep my v/ord, Ethel. I won't use it to- 
night. (Pauses to think.) When I think it over, I don't 
know but I did exactly the right thing. Maybe it will 
make them more considerate. (As she continues to pace 
back and forth her doubt returns.) Probably we ex- 
pected too much of them. If this should cause any hard 

feeling in the family I (Several hammer blows are 

heard in the distance ; they continue at intervals for the 
next few seconds. She stands still and listens.) Sounds 
as if something vv^ere being fixed. Hm! Perhaps we 
have followed the best course after all. (Sits in chair 
near window.) I have never had much faith in the 
efficacy of strikes ; I wonder how this one will work out. 

(Enter Mr. Stanton, c.) 

Mr. S. Margaret, dear, I have come to have a little 
talk with you. I am truly ashamed that it has been 
necessary for you to teach us this lesson ; but we all de- 
served it, and it has struck home. 

Mrs. S. (breaking down at the last moment). Why 
did I do it? I had no right to upset everyone's plans. 
I'm so sorry. (Rises.) I will go and get you a bite so 
that you can go to your meeting. 

Mr. S. (gently pushing her hack into chair). Well, if 
that isn't just like a woman ! Here you have won your 
point, given us all a lesson that we sorely needed, and 
now you want to spoil it all. 



MOTHERS ON STRIKE 1 7 

Mrs. S. (between sobs). It was a mean thing for me 
to do. 

Mr. S. It was the best thing that you could have 
done. John thinks so, too. We have talked it over to- 
gether. Too bad you women folk didn't think of it 
sooner. Margaret, will you forgive us? Will you give 
us another chance? We are going to do our level best 
to meet the demands of Mothers' Local, and I am au- 
thorized to say that we would all like to be affiliated with 
the union. We shall try to show from now on that we 
belong in it. Ruth has dinner under way; Bob has al- 
ready fixed the catch on the refrigerator ; and to-morrow 
night I am going to put on my overalls and tackle the 
odd jobs which have been piling up around the house. 

Mrs. S. I am so glad. Will you try to forget the 
disagreeable scene which took place to-night ? 

Mr. S. No, ma'am! We will keep it in mind as a 
well deserved lesson, and one which has been of priceless 
value to us. (Softly.) Margaret, remember the good 
old courting days when I used to call on you at least 
twice a week, and we used to run out somewhere for a 
good time every once in a while ? 

Mrs. S. I shall never forget them. You see, Robert, 
every woman treasures them in her memory and lives 
them over again, when they have long been dead in a 
man's life. ^ ^ ^ 

Mr. S. (sits on faboref and takes his wife's hand). 
Never mind the memories. Sweetheart, after dinner, 
while Ruth and Bob are doing the dishes, lef s run around 
the corner to the movies. 

Mrs. S. Mothers' Local, Number One, will unani- 
mously vote to accept the terms offered. 

(She leans over and kisses Mr. Stanton.) 
CURTAIN 



CAMP FIDELITY GIRLS 

A Comedy in Four Acts 

By Edith Lowell 

Dramatized by permission from the well-known story by 

Annie Hamilton Donnell 

One male, eleven females. Scenery, two interiors. Plays two hours. 
A jolly party of girls occupy an old farmhouse for the summer and there 
discover a secret that makes for the happiness and prosperity of a poor 
little cripple. A very " human " piece full of brightness and cheer and 
with a great variety of good parts. 

Pricey jj cents 



students at 
Hatton Hall School, 



CHARACTERS 
Barbara Wetherell 
Judy Wetherell, her sister 
Jessica Thayer 

Mary Shepherd, otherwise Plain Mary 
Edna Hull 
Mrs. Tucker, a next-door neighbor. 
Johnnie Tucker, known as Johnnie-Son* 
Barnaby Campbell, a big child, 
Jennie Brett, a country girl. 
Cousin Salome. 
Aunt Elizabeth. 
Uncle Jeff. 

SYNOPSIS OF SCENES 

Act I. Room at Hatton Hall School. 

Act n. Scene /. Camp Fidelity. Afternoon. Scene IT. The 
next morning. 

Act hi. Scene J. Same. Two weeks later. Scene II. Midnight. 

Act IV. Scene I. Same. Six weeks later. Scene II. A half 
hour later. 

MARRYING MONEY 

A Play in One Act 
By Alice L. Tildesley 
Four females. Scene, an interior. Plays half an hour. The girls seek 
a job with the millionaire's mother and one of them gets one for life with 
the millionaire. One eccentric character and three straight. 

Price, 2^ cents 

THE OVER-ALLS CLUB 

A Farce in One Act 

By Helen Sherman Griffith 

Ten females. Scene, an interior. Plays half an hour. The " Ovcr- 

Alls Club " meets for the first time in its denim costume with enthusiasm 

for economy that only lasts until young Dr. EUery is announced. Finishes 

hi pretty gowns. 

Fricet 2j cents 



LUCINDA SPEAKS 

A Comedy in Two Acts 

By Gladys Ruth Bridgham 

Eight women. Scene, an interior ; costumes, modern. Plays an hour 
and a quarter. Isabel Jewett has dropped her homely middle name, 
Lucinda, and with it many sterling traits of character, and is not a very 
good mother to the daughter of her husband over in France. But cir- 
cumstances bring " Lucinda " to life again w^ith wonderful results. A 
pretty and dramatic contrast that is very effective. Well recommended. 

Brice, 2$ cents 

CHARACTERS 

Isabel Jewett, aged 27. 
Miriam, her daughter, aged 7* 
Mrs. McBierney, aged ^o. 
Tessie Flanders, aged 18. 
Mrs. Douglas Jewett, aged 4^, 
Helen, her daughter, aged 20, 
Mrs. Fogg, aged j^. 
Florence Lindsey, aged 2^. 

SYNOPSIS 

Act I. — Dining-room in Isabel Jewett's tenement, Roxbury, 
October, 1918. 
Act II. — The same — three months later. 

WRONG NUMBERS 

A Triologue Without a Moral 

By Essex Dane 

Three women. Scene, an interior ; unimportant. Costumes, modern. 
Plays twenty minutes. Royalty, ^5.00. An intensely dramatic episode 
between two shop-lifters in a department store, in which " diamond cuts 
diamond " in a vividly exciting and absorbingly interesting battle of wits. 
A great success in the author's hands in War Camp work, and recom- 
aiended in the strongest terms. A really powerful little play. 

Brice^ 2$ cents 

FLEURETTE & CO. 
A Duologue in One Act 
By Essex Dane 
Two women. Scene, an interior ; costumes, modern. Plays twenty 
minutes. Royalty, $5.00. Mrs. Paynter, a society lady who does not 
pay her bills, by a mischance puts it into the power of a struggling dress- 
maker, professionally known as " Fleurette & Co.," to teach her a valu- 
able lesson and, incidentally, to collect her bill. A strikingly ingenious 
and entertaining little piece of strong dramatic interest, strongly recom- 
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A BUNCH OF FUN 

A Farce in Three Acts. By Brastus Osgood 

Five males, nine females. A simple interior scene throughout. 
Modern costumes. The plot of this farce crackles with fun as 
though charged with laughter and smiles. Vera, the baseball girl, 
makes a " hit " in more ways than one. Sylvia, the dancing girl, 
steps right into the hilarity with a whirl. Nina, the stage aspirant, 
gives a new twist to Shakespeare, and Cecily, the Mandolin girl, 
would lure a smile from a Sphinx. These four girls are the 
" Bunch." Tacks, the football star, tackles love from a new angle. 
Ray was a born Romeo, but misfires. Lynn plays the clown to 
every one's delight, and if Murray hadn't written the sketch, lots 
of things would not have happened. Mrs. Selma Blair tries to 
break up the fun, but " nothing doing." Miss Martha is a delightful 
character. Alice entertains the " bunch " and is well repaid. Dr. 
and Mrs. Grandon form a charming background for an evening of 
wholesome amusement. And last, the arch fun-maker. Christina, 
the Swedish maid. If she knew how funny she was, she wouldn't 
believe it. She is " stuck on the movies " but Ray declared, " that 
for pulling funny stunts, Christina has got Charlie Chaplin beaten 
forty different ways." Free for amateur performance. 

Price, 35 cents 

CHARACTERS 

Rev. Stephen Grandon, D. D., rector of St. Paul's, 

Mary, his zvife, " flustered on occasions." 

Martha, his sister, " a trifle warped." 

Christina, a Szvedish maid, "stuck on the movies** 

Raymond Hunting, a live wire. 

Vera Matherson, a baseball fan. 

Nina Lee, a stage aspirant. 

Cecii^y Mooreand, the mandolin girl. 

Syevia Stewart, the dancing girl. 

Lynn Lockwood, the man " zvho takes off his face.*' 

Aeice Hunting, the entertaining girl. 

Murray Kent, a college playwright. 

Tacks Mueford, a football star. 

Mrs. Seema Beair, a pest in the parish. 

Scene 
Heatherdale near New York. (The entire action takes place in 
the living-room at the rectory.) 

Time : Present. 
Act I.—" The Bunch " arrives. 
Act n.— " The Bunch " in action. 
Act in.—*' The Bunch " choose partners. 



SUNSHINE 

A Comedy in Three Acts. By Walter Ben Hare 

Four males, seven females. Scene, one simple exterior, easily ar- 
ranged with a small lot of potted plants and rustic furniture. This 
charming play was really written to order, to satisfy an ever growing 
demand for a comedy that could be used either as a straight play or 
as a musical comedy. The author has arranged a happy and real- 
istic blend of the two types of entertainment, and the catchy tunes 
which he has suggested should find favor in the amateur field. The 
story leads the audience a merry chase from snappy farce to real 
drama (with just a flavoring of the melodramatic) which modern 
audiences find so pleasing. Here we find a great character part in 
a popular baseball hero, who succeeds in making a home run in more 
ways than one, a wonderful leading lady role in the part of Mary ; a 
hypochondriac, who finds his medicine most pleasant to the taste; 
an old maid who mourns the loss of her parrot, and a Sis Hopkins 
type of girl with the exuberance of spirit that keeps the audience on 
its mettle. The Major is a character of great possibilities and in 
the hands of a capable actor much can be made of it. Sunshine is 
the sort of play that will live for yearss as its very atmosphere is 
permeated with good will toward the world at large. We cannot 
too highly recommend this play, written by an author with scores 
of successes behind him and not a single failure. Royalty $10.00 for 
the first performance and $5.00 for each subsequent performance 
given by the same cast. 

Price, 50 cents. 



CHARACTERS 

Maudeua McCann, aged ten. 

Mrs. Bunch McCann, of Detroit, the mother. 

Mrs. Sol Whippi^e, of Whipple's Corners, Conn., the 

country lady. 
Miss Tessie Mitford, the mental case. 
Mr. Juba K, Butternip, of Peoria, III, the old man. 
Miss Gregory, the nurse. 
Buddy Brady, of New York, the hall player. 
Major Keeeicott, the speculator. 
Jim Anthony, he's engaged. 
Syevia Deane, she's engaged. 
Mary, " Sunshine." 
Boys and Girls. 

Scene: The lawn at Sunshine Sanitarium, near New York City. 
Act I. — Morning. 
Act II. — Afternoon. 
Act III.— Night. 

Time of playing: Two hours. 



STEP OUT— JACK! 

An Optimistic Comedy in Three Acts. By Harry Osborne 

A successful vehicle for talented amateurs. Twelve males (can 
be played with less), five females. Costumes modern. Scenery, 
three simple interiors. Jack Rysdale is " down and out." All he 
has in the world are the clothes on his back and the love in his heart 
for the wealthy and beautiful Zoe Galloway. He dare not ask her 
to marry him until he has made his way in the world. Zoe loves 
him, and while the girls in New York do nearly everything else, they 
do not propose — yet. Jack's fighting spirit is about gone when he 
meets a man named Wilder, who is a natural fighter and knows how 
to bring out the fighting qualities in others. From him Jack learns 
that he has a dangerous rival in Percy Lyons. He learns that if he 
is going to get anywhere in this world, he can't stand in line and 
await his turn but must step out and " go get it." He learns more 
from Wilder in ten minutes than he absorbed in a whole year in 
college. So, figuratively speaking, he steps out, takes the middle of 
the road and " gives 'er gas." Once started, nothing can stop him 
until he has attained his object. Every girl will fall in love with 
Jack and every man and boy will adinire his pluck and courage. 
Zoe is a matrimonial prize on fourteen different counts, and her 
chum, Cynthia, a close second. Wilder is a regular man's man who 
can convince any one who doesn't wear ear muffs that black is 
white and vice-versa. Then there is Percy Lyons, who never stayed 
out very late, Clarence Galloway, a rich man's son looking for a 
job, Buddie the office boy, who is broken-hearted if he misses a 
ball game, and Bernice Williams, who thinks she is a regular little 
Home W'recker but isn't. An artistic and box office success for 
clever amateurs. 

Act L— Private Office of R. W. Wilder. 
Act n. — Library — John Galloway's Home. 
Act HL— Rysdale's office. 

Time : The present. 
Place: New York City. 
Time of playing: Approximately two hours. 
Price, 50 cents Royalty, $10.00 

THE SHOW ACTRESS 

A Comedy in One Act. By T. C. McMullen 

Two males, four females. Costumes, country of the present day. 
Playing time about forty minutes. Scene, dining-room of the Martin 
Homestead, Hillville, Vt, A burlesque troupe is stranded in the 
little village of Hillville. Goldie, the star, is taken in by the Martins. 
Her adventures with the cow at milking time, and with the domestic 
cook-stove are a scream. She eventually restores the Mar- 
tins' lost daughter, captures the thief robbing the village bank and 
marries Zek'l, the bashful village constable. Full of action. All 
parts good, Goldie the lead, and Zek'l, the bashful lover, being 
particularly effective. 

Price, 2$ cents. 



GOOD-EVENING, CLARICE 

A Farce Comedy in Three Acts. By J. C. McMullen 

Five males, six females. Playing time, approximately two hours. 
Costumes of the present day. Scene— a single interior. Annette 
Franklin, a jealous wife, has been raising a little domestic war over 
her husband's supposed infatuation for a noted dancer, Clarice de 
Mauree. How Annette was proven wrong in her supposition, cured 
of her jealousy, and found her long lost parents, makes a comedy, 
which, while easy of production, proves very effective in the pre- 
sentation. The part of Clarice, the dancer, gives the opportunity 
for an excellent female character lead. All of the other parts are of 
equal importance and the situations fairly radiate comedy and swift 
moving action. This new play has already made its public debut 
in manuscript form, having been used with great success on the 
Pacific coast. Royalty, $10.00 for the first and $5.00 for each subse- 
quent performance by the same cast. Professional rates will be 
quoted on request. 

Scenes 

Act I. — lyiving-room of the Franklin residence, Buffalo, N. Y., 
7: 15 p. M. 

Act II.— The same, 8:15 p. m. 

Act III. — The same, 9 :oo p. M. 

Price, 50 cents. 

HIS UNCLE'S NIECE 

A Rollicking Farce in Three Acts. By Raymond W. Sargent 

Six males, three females. Scenery not difficult. The plot of this 
hilarious farce centres around a letter received by Francis Felfon 
from his Uncle Simon of Happy Valley Junction, who has always 
supposed that Francis was of the opposite sex. The letter an- 
nounces that the uncle has selected a husband for his niece and that 
they are both on the way to New York to make final arrangements 
for the wedding. In desperation, to keep up a deception started 
years before by his parents, Francis assumes a female character 
role in order to carry out a provision whereby he is to receive a 
million dollar bequest from his uncle. The explanations made 
necessary through this change are amusing and realistic. The 
denouement is a surprise and one that will lift the audience to its 
feet with applause. You have seen Charley's Aunt on the pro- 
fessional stage, and here is a chance for amateurs to act in a play 
that is even better suited to their requirements. 

CHARACTERS 

Scenes 
Act I. — Interior of Francis Felton's and Richard Tate's bachelor 
establishment at Boston. 
Act II. — Same as Act I. Afternoon of the same day. 
Act III. — Exterior of Uncle Simon's summer home at Happy 
Valley Junction. Evening; three days later. 

Time: Midsummer. 

Time of playing: Approximately two hours. 

Price, S5 cents. 



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